Indigo - Loaded Lyrics

I-N-D-I-G-O that's me
You can check that stat sheet
Aint no other nigga thats gonna pass me
Cause I've got too many things on my mind
I've got too many checks I'm tryna find
And my girl said she wants my dick
I'mma give it to her if she want it quick
Gotta hop on the jet wit the stick
Relocate cause a nigga hit a lick
I'm on top, can't curve
Drop the top when I swerve
She don't like heights so I go on top of my girl
Yea I run this world
With a bag in my hand
Sold out so a nigga gotta stand

Racks
On me
Them 2-2-3's
Tear up
Your spleen
You can't
Control it
Third
Degree
I'm hot
No sleep
I chase
The green
The drum
Is loaded
Racks
On me
Them 2-2-3's
Tear up
Your spleen
You can't
Control it
Third
Degree
I'm hot
No sleep
I chase
The green
The drum
Is loaded

Everybody thinkin bout a clap back
You ain't got a job so you ain't get your tax back
While you're busy on twitter using hashtags
A nigga slinging dope now he's askin for the Cashapp
But he just wants his dad back
Money's what he needs to get some books up in his backpack
Yea he go to college, not for singing all that sad rap
He just always like to follow where the bag at
It's the fame that he wants, but he don't have that
And it's sad that
That a nigga can't follow his dreams
Taking classes you don't really need
Why are you studying dental hygiene?
And the kids really good at making beat
Up all night, when we're dead we can sleep
And the flows scary Halloween
Can you tell if its a trick or can you tell if its a treat?
Tell me why you listen, tell me why you f*ck with me
Tell me why the Cavs won the series 4-3
Tell em all the answers to the questions that I need
Tell me if you listened to this track and then repeat
Tell me why I've got so many loans
I just wanna go home
What's home to a nigga like me?
Tell me why I've got so many loans
I just wanna go home
What's home to a nigga like me?

Racks
On me
Them 2-2-3's
Tear up
Your spleen
You can't
Control it
Third
Degree
I'm hot
No sleep
I chase
The green
The drum
Is loaded
Racks
On me
Them 2-2-3's
Tear up
Your spleen
You can't
Control it
Third
Degree
I'm hot
No sleep
I chase
The green
The drum
Is loaded